The Rooster Times

She spoke about someone,
I wanted to be me

How she missed him
how she felt when he was near
what they meant to each other

I wrote her letters
telling her of my love
and my admiration of her
I sang her songs, and painted her
just for the sake of one iota of her

She continued to rant and rave
he was the best lover, she’d ever known
he made her tingle all over her body
she wrote of how, she missed him
how she missed his tender touch

while I regrouped my thoughts
while I began to lose hope
while I was ready to throw in the towel

He let her down
he dropped her, left her flat
told her, they’d never make sweet sweet love

never again

I spoke about someone
I wanted to be her

She thought the world of me

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